Sturniolo House Fire Mga Nobela at Kwento

A sharp, blinding agony erupted in my chest, and my vision instantly blurred as blood poured from the wound. "Burn it," Lorenzo commanded, standing up and wiping his hands with his handkerchief before tossing it onto my mother’s body. "Make it look like an accidental electrical fire. Leave nothing." They poured gasoline over the furniture, the curtains, and the bodies of my family. Someone flicked a gold lighter, dropping it onto the floor. The flames roared to life, consuming the room in a wall of suffocating heat and black smoke.

She knows Logan won’t allow her to leave the house now that she is pregnant, most especially since she had fainted. The next day Logan was not able to return home but sent Milana a message that he will not be able to return because the fire has cost a lot of damages and the investors are angry. The investigation from experts proved that the fire was intentional. Zanab stayed all night trying to find out who started the fire. Her phone suddenly rang and it was a call from Logan “What did you get?” Logan asked “The fire damaged all the CCTV, we are still trying to retrieve footage from the memory”

, he would have forgiven me the way he always had, every single time before. I was his wife. I was the person he'd kept by his side for years, and he had never intended to truly hurt me. Then Rocco's phone started buzzing insistently. He glanced down at the screen, and the color drained from his face. "Don, something happened at the estate. Madre's room… It caught fire." Domenico froze. The blood drained from his face in an instant, and he shot to his feet. "What did you just say?" Rocco was white as a sheet. "The fire spread too fast. By the time the guards broke down the door, the person inside was already—"

I am shocked to horror. "Edward, what happened?" "Sebastian, I don't know; the flames came from the back of the house and started to overrun each room." "What? You mean that Stefan did not do this?" "No, where is Anastasia?" "She is back…" I immediately stop dead and turn to run to get Anastasia, but as I approach our room, I can see the fire starting to crawl up to me at a rapid pace. It has overrun the entire left-wing and is leaving destruction behind every flare that it makes. It is consuming the wooden doors and soft features like a hungry animal, devouring everything in its wake.

I didn’t want to. Boots thudded on the marble below. Two of his men climbed the stairs, voices low but urgent. Marcello released me instantly, stepping back. The warmth vanished, replaced by cold air and his usual stern mask. “Boss,” one of the men said, stopping a respectful distance away. “It’s done. Stefan Lombardi’s house burned to the ground. He was inside.” Marcello’s expression didn’t change. “Are you sure?” “Yes, boss!” “Good.”

Luciano shoved Aria behind a column. “Stay down!” he barked. She hit the floor just as he pulled a pistol from his waistband and fired. Once. Twice. Screams echoed. A man fell. Aria flinched. She wanted to crawl out of her skin. Luciano grabbed her hand again. “Let’s go.” They dashed through the burning wing of the house, smoke trailing behind them. Fire licked the curtains, devouring velvet and silk. The estate that once felt like a gilded cage now looked like hell trying to swallow itself.

Caraline turned up the volume on the television. "According to the information we received, Diego Fulhert and Caraline Emelia Wattson were in the building for a private meeting. The police explained that the arsonists deliberately set the building on fire on someone's orders. To further their plan, they used a dangerous substance that rendered people on all floors of the building unconscious."

✧ADAM MEADOWS✧ ROGEL and I stood a safe distance away, watching the proud brick unfinished house burn until it came time to contain it before it spread out of control. The house sat on acres of private property in countryside, and no one would know about the fire until hours, if not days, later. Not unless I told them. Perfect. But I knew that eventually, someone would discover this burned house. It would be a tragic tale of a cheating wife, where a lover's discarded cigarette started the fire.

'' Sean asked. "What?" Stella asked knowingly. ''Last night, the Attire Allure was set on fire. Five people died in that fire,'' Sean was obviously on edge. ''A close friend of mine runs Attire Allure. If I wanted to burn down buildings, I would have burned Christian's. Have you dialed the wrong number?'' Stella said coldly. ''Christian said that he was not the one who did it. There's no need for him to risk things with his current position. The arsonist has been captured by the military already. It's not Christian. He would never allow his men to be exposed.''

I answered. " Who caused it?" He asked in the same tone, " I don't know yet but I told Doe to send the cooks to the house so that we can figure it out" I said. Tobias came towards us and bowed. " What happened?" He asked again " The stove in the kitchen was left on accidentally, that's what caused the fire. Luckily, no one was in there at the time. We were able to evacuated everyone. We have a total of five, sorry six injured, nothing serious though." Tobias said smartly.